Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2009 10:01:09 -0600
From: Keith Yates
Subject: Devyn's Struggle One
This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men.
If this offends you, why are you here? If you are under the legal age to
read sexually explicit material then do not read any further. This story
in no way represents any person living or dead. Any resemblance to any
real person is purely coincidental.
For those of you who have read my previous stories The Coach's Office
(Athletic section), Jake's Tale (College Section) and Rick's Barn (Rural
section) you will find this story a bit different than those. I hope you
will give it a chance and if it isn't what you are use to from me then
don't worry as there will be additions to Jake's Tale and Rick's Barn that
you might find more interesting.
Now let's look in on the main character Devyn Roberts. There is our hot
looking teen now. His brown hair, brown eyes with their golden flecks too
make him look adorable don't they. Looks like he has gotten himself into
some trouble. Let's see if he can get out of it or if he will just get in
deeper trouble.
Characters
Devyn Roberts -- The Main Character
Devyn's Struggle
Chapter 1
Devyn looked down at the hand cuffs on his wrists. He still couldn't
believe what had happened. He was more scared than he had ever been in his
life. He had no idea what he was going to do or what would happen to him.
He was all alone and had no one he could turn to for help.
If only things had not happened the way they had. One bad decision. One
wrong choice and everything had gone to hell. One mistake and his whole
life had changed and was rolling out of control.
Could it have only been a few months ago when he was the happiest he had
ever been. Could it have only been that short of time when everything had
seemed bright for him.
Devyn sat there in the police station waiting to find out his fate. It
seemed others would be making decisions about his life and he had no
control over what was happening to him any more.
He was so tired sitting there on the hard wooden bench. He leaned his head
back against the cool surface of the wall and closed is eyes.
His mind began to drift back. It took him back to a happier time a time
that was not too long ago.
Devyn had just finished mowing the yard when he noticed a moving van
pulling into the driveway of the house across the street. The van was
followed by a blue four door Lincoln Continental. The car parked in the
street and three people got out. The man quickly walked over and spoke to
the two moving men that had climbed out of the cab of the moving truck.
The lady that had stepped out of the car was talking to a teenager that
looked to be about Devyn's age. He looked annoyed or unhappy or maybe just
plain pissed off.
Devyn thought the teenager looked to be his own age. Maybe there would
finally be someone in the neighborhood that was Devyn's age. He hoped the
guy was around the same age and that they could become friends.
Devyn lived in a cul-de-sac that was mostly populated with retired couples.
His parents had bought the house from his grandmother when she moved to
Florida. The house was nice and more than comfortable, but Devyn would
have preferred a neighborhood with at least one or two kids his own age.
Devyn watched a minute long and not wanting to be caught staring or spying
on the new neighbors he went into the house. Devyn did not know that the
young man across the street had turned and was watching him move away into
the house. Having left all of his friends behind he too was hoping to make
a new friend.
The next day, Devyn walked across the street with his Mom to introduce
themselves to the new neighbors. His Dad was at work, so Devyn and his
mother were stuck with playing welcome wagon on their own. Other neighbors
would be dropping in during the week to say hi and drop off cookies, cakes
and other food.
Devyn did not know it, but the ladies of the cal-de-sac had the whole thing
well orchestrated. They did not want to overwhelm the new neighbors by
having everyone dropping in on the same day. So they devised a schedule
and let everyone set a particular time. Then they would all meet later on
to compare notes about the new neighbors and develop an opinion about the
type of people they are.
Devyn dressed in his usual summer attire of blue tee shirt, tan shorts and
sandals. He stood next to his Mom. She was dressed casually too in jeans,
a sky blue blouse and matching tennis shoes.
The slight breeze had ruffled Devyn's wavy hair. It gave it a wind blown
look that added to his attractive face. He pushed the hair back out of his
eyes as the door was pulled open by the blonde lady Devyn had seen
yesterday.
"Hello," his mother said. "My name is Judy Roberts and this is my son
Devyn. We live across the street."
"It is very nice to meet you," the blonde lady said. "My name is Linda
Watson. Please come on in."
Linda stepped back and let them enter the house. The design of the house
was similar to their house and Linda led them into the kitchen.
"I brought you a coffee cake," Judy said as she sat it on the table. "I
know how much of a pain moving in and unpacking can be and thought you
might need a little something to perk you up."
"That is so thoughtful. I bet it is just delicious. You are right about
moving and unpacking. It will probably take me weeks to get my kitchen
organized."
Linda and Judy continued to make small talk as devyn grew board. He had
been hoping to meet the boy he had seen yesterday, but so far he had not
seen him around.
Just as devyn was about to give up on getting to meet the boy, he came
through the door.
"Mom have you seen," his words caught off when he realized there were other
people in the kitchen.
Devyn turned his head towards the voice and saw the handsome guy he had
scene yesterday, except now he was getting to see more of him.
The teen was standing there in the door way wearing only his boxers. His
face growing more and more red as everyone turned to look at him.
"Apparently my son hasn't been able to find his clothes," Linda said a
little annoyed.
"I um, I."
He began backing up trying to make a retreat. His ears burning and his
face hot with his embarrassment.
Devyn felt for the guy, but he was also happy to get a nice look at the
other guy. He had always found himself interested in comparing his body to
other guys. This gave him the perfect opportunity to check out the boy's
body.
The smooth chest was a lot like his own even if the skin was more fair and
the legs seemed to be the same as his too, but not as tan. The blue eyes
were different than his brown and the blonde hair was messed up similar to
his own brown. They guy was more than attractive.
"This practically naked boy is my son Brent," Linda said. "Your clothes
are somewhere in your room. I think they are in the blue tote, but I am
not swearing to that. Now go get some clothes on and then come back and
get to know Devyn and Judy.
"Um, yes okay," Brent said as he hurried from the room.
"Sorry about that," Linda said.
"Think nothing of it," Judy said. "Devyn does the same thing. Sometimes I
think he would run around naked if I would let him."
"Mom," devyn sighed.
"Okay maybe not naked."
Judy liked teasing her son and he took it in the nature it was intended.
He often teased her back. There relationship was a good one. They were
close. She knew most of the time he was responsible and kept his word.
Occasionally he tried to push the boundaries she set but not very often.
Brent soon returned barefoot, but wearing a white tee shirt and blue
shorts.
"That's much better kiddo," Linda said. "This is our neighbors Judy and
Devyn. They live across the street."
"Hi," Brent said. "Um, sorry about earlier. I didn't know anyone was
here."
Brent could not stop the blush from creeping up his neck again. It only
added to his attractiveness making him seem even cuter than before.
"Think nothing of it," Judy said. "Why I remember one time when Devyn
thought he was home alone. He came out of the bathroom stark naked and
walked right into me and five of my friends coming through the door."
"MOM!" devyn practically shouted. Now his face was the one blushing.
"It was quite a shock to all of us. I am sure the image of your naked but
flying down the hall is still in their minds."
"Mom!" Devyn's blushed deepened.
Brent could not stop the smile from curving up the lips of his mouth. He
was glad to know that he was not the only one that had done stupid stuff
like that.
"Well, I guess I was not quite that bad then," Brent said.
"Well, why don't you show Devyn your room?" Linda said looking at her son.
"I am sure he is tired of listening to us chat. Maybe he can show you how
to put your stuff away, which doesn't involve dumping everything on the
floor."
"Yeah, you want to?" Brent said looking at devyn.
"Yeah, sure."
The two boys got up and headed out of the kitchen to leave the two women to
talk.
Devyn followed Brent to his room
"Wow, you have dumped everything on the floor," Devyn said as he entered
the room.
Brent's Mom must have known her son quite well, for it seemed everything he
owned was dumped out onto the floor. There were books scattered in one
corner, CDs mixed in with them and then more CDs piled up by the window,
there were movies, some comic books, baseball cards and of course clothes
seemed to be just tossed anywhere.
"Yeah, well I am still in the unpacking stage," Brent blushing a bit again.
The guy was just so damn cute when he blushed. Devyn could not help but
like the guy and something deep inside Devyn was waking up. Something
Devyn had pushed down long ago was now starting to work its way back to the
surface of his mind.
"Well, I love the way you are organizing everything," Devyn joke. "It is
so logical."
"Thanks," Brent said grinning.
Brent pushed a few more clothes off the bed and sat down. He watched this
new guy closely. There seemed to be an instant friendship springing up
between them.
"Just take a seat where ever," Brent said.
Devyn sat on the floor and picked up a few of the CDs. He began to glance
through them and mentioned that he had a couple of them and found a couple
he would really like to have."
"Well, when I get my computer hooked up," Brent said, "I can burn you a
copy."
"Really!" Devyn said the excitement plain in his voice.
"Sure. It is no problem."
"That would be great."
The two boys talked more about the music they liked and Devyn told Brent
about the neighborhood. He explained about it mostly being retired couples
and no kids their own age.
They learned that they were both going to be in the freshman class when
school started and they hoped they would have lots of the same classes.
Devyn told him about the other kids and the little he knew about the high
school teachers.
They talked long into the afternoon and when Judy called up that she was
leaving Devyn asked to stay and both Judy and Linda were fine with that.
As they talked Brent began sorting through his stuff and Devyn helped him.
Devyn put the CDs into Brent's CD rack making sure to put aside the ones he
would like to have copies made. He then helped Brent fold up his clothes.
Devyn got a funny feeling when he picked up some of Brent's underwear. The
briefs looked just like pairs that Devyn had, but there was just something
that made his body tingle by holding this other boys underwear.
"You can just put them in the top drawer of the dresser," Brent said when
he saw what Devyn had picked up.
"Um, sure," Devyn said.
Devyn could not stop the funny feelings he was having. This connection
with Brent was strange to him. He never made a friend so quickly or
easily.
Devyn pulled open the top drawer of Brent's dresser and looked at the other
pairs of underwear inside. The feeling got even stronger when Devyn's
fingers brushed against a jock strap. Devyn had a strong desire to pick up
the jockstrap, but he resisted it and pushed the drawer close.
Devyn turned back to find look staring at him. He could not help but
wonder if the guy had noticed him acting strange over the underwear.
Devyn did not have time to ponder the thought long for the door opened and
a man stepped into the room. The guy was probably 6 foot 1 and weight
around 195 pounds. He had blue eyes like Brent, but his hair was a sandy
color. His shoulders were broad and his chest big and he had a bit of flab
around his belly, but the man was still quite attractive.
"Hey kiddo," he said. "Looks like you are making some real headway."
"Yeah Dad," Brent said. "I'm getting some stuff put away."
"Your Mom said you had a friend over helping you," he said turning to
Devyn.
"Yeah, this is Devyn. He lives across the street. He's been helping me
put away my stuff."
"Nice to meet you Devyn. I'm Richard."
"Nice to meet you to Mr. Watson," Devyn said politely as he took the hand
Mr. Watson was extending.
"I hope you and my son can become good friends. He hated having to leave
behind all of his old friends."
"I think we are already well on our way to being friends sir."
"Glad to hear that."
"Your Mom says dinner will be ready in about an hour," Mr. Watson said
turning back to his son.
"Oh wow I didn't know it was that late," Devyn said.
"You are welcome to join us," Mr. Watson said smiling at Devyn.
"Um, thanks, but I had better get home."
"Another time then."
Mr. Watson left the room and Devyn finished putting away the last of the
clothes he had been helping Brent with and then he made his good bye. He
said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Watson as he went through the living room. He
felt happier than he had in a long time as he crossed the street back to
his own house. It was going to be so great having a friend like Brent
living right there in his neighborhood.
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